Friday, December 03, 2010

Wonderment and creating stories. 

While driving in the country I saw some empty homes that reminded me of a poem I once read about an abandoned house.

 Homes that are abandoned,  particularly old farm houses, are aching to tell their stories.

 I no longer have the poem to quote from directly but here are some sketches I made and words that came to mind.

The curtains blowing out of a window propped open.
The stillness and quiet, made more poignant by the sound of blowing leaves and wind.

1 comment:

  1. Such a lovely post. I would love to find and adopt one of these sad old farm houses and give them a new lease of life.
    Beautiful pictures too, thank you for sharing